I think, sometimes, about wood.
We use it for so much -- our homes, our furniture, our fireplaces.
It keeps us alive, protects us, gives us comfort, warms us.
Yet it is simply flesh.
I think, sometimes, about wood.
We use it for so much -- our homes, our furniture, our fireplaces.
It keeps us alive, protects us, gives us comfort, warms us.
Yet it is simply flesh.
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